Carter went to the bar and downed a few bottles of beer. He called
for a couple more. He drank all of them too.
"Hey, dude, you sure you wanna drink all this?" he asked.
"Yea. Give me another one."
The bartender handed him the bottle of beer and he drank it quickly. In two gulps, it was gone and he ordered another one. He drank beers and ordered more. He drank until the bar was closed.
"CAROL!" cried Lucy, holding the hand of her daughter who was carrying her other daughter.
"Lucy. You look like a wreck. What happened? Why did you yell for me?"
"PLEASE, please, please tell me you've seen Carter here sometime within the last few minutes."
"Sorry, no. Geez, your eyes look red. Have you been crying? What's wrong?" she asked, worried.
"Lucy. What's the matter?" asked Dave, approaching her.
"You! You get away from me. I don't need you right now. I need to find Carter. Carol, watch Annabelle and Ralina, please."
"Carter's missing?" asked Dave innocently.
"Apparently."
Carter drank all the beers he could stomach, but kept drinking until the bartender deemed the bar closed. He jumped in his car and started the ignition.
"Buddy, you sure you wanna be driving?" asked the concerned bartender.
"I'm fine!" he shot back.
Carter drove off onto the Chicago Interstate. Meanwhile, Lucy was frantically asking everyone if they had seen Carter. No one had seen him. Now she was really getting worried. Her daughters were scared too.
"What's wrong, Momma?"
"DON'T BUG ME, ANNABELLE!" she shouted, making her daughter start crying. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean it."
Annabelle gave her mom a hug before her mom went around, hysterically interrogating the staff of the hospital again.
"LUCY! I need you in here now. There's been an accident. We need you in a trauma surgery. It's an MVA. Happened on the interstate. Oh my God. Lucy! Now!" Kerry yelled.
"But I'm looking for Carter," she remarked, before heading out toward the operating room down the hall. What she saw shocked her. "Oh my God."
There lay Carter, battered and bruised, bloody and scarred, and unconscious. His wounds were severe and he required some surgery.
"Lucy, you sure you want to do this?" asked Kerry.
"Yeah."
They performed the surgery and soon, Carter was stabilized. They did a urine test and saw that his blood alcohol was three times the normal limit.
"He's awake now, Lucy. You want to see him?" Kerry offered.
"Yeah, I guess."
She walked into Carter's room. They had intubated him to help him breathe and he was stabilized but he would need to rest a few days in the hospital.
"Hi Carter."
"Lucy," he stuttered.
"Shhh. Don't talk now. They've intubated you. You had quite an accident today. I wanted to say I'm sorry."
"For what?" he rasped out.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk? You drove off the Interstate and down 50 stories by the road. Someone called the paramedics and here you are. You're lucky. You're very lucky. Someone wants to see you, by the way."
"Who?" he gasped out, choking on the tube.
"Don't talk, Carter. I mean it. Come on in, sweetie."
Annabelle walked in, her eyes stained red from crying. She walked in and Carter took her little hand in his.
"Daddy?"
"Kerry, can you remove the tube? He can breathe on his own," Lucy urged.
Kerry eventually removed the tube with lots of warnings and lots of lectures and lots of words of wisdom for Lucy.
"Hi sweetie."
"Hi daddy."
"What have you been up to?"
"Momma said you were in a big car accident. She said that she and the other doctors were trying so hard to save you."
"She saved me. Yeah. You saved me, Luce."
Lucy kissed Carter softly and Annabelle giggled softly. "I love you, Carter. Don't ever forget that."
"I love you too."
Carter was eventually allowed to come home a few days later, but the Carter family would never forget what happened that day.
"Hey, dude, you sure you wanna drink all this?" he asked.
"Yea. Give me another one."
The bartender handed him the bottle of beer and he drank it quickly. In two gulps, it was gone and he ordered another one. He drank beers and ordered more. He drank until the bar was closed.
"CAROL!" cried Lucy, holding the hand of her daughter who was carrying her other daughter.
"Lucy. You look like a wreck. What happened? Why did you yell for me?"
"PLEASE, please, please tell me you've seen Carter here sometime within the last few minutes."
"Sorry, no. Geez, your eyes look red. Have you been crying? What's wrong?" she asked, worried.
"Lucy. What's the matter?" asked Dave, approaching her.
"You! You get away from me. I don't need you right now. I need to find Carter. Carol, watch Annabelle and Ralina, please."
"Carter's missing?" asked Dave innocently.
"Apparently."
Carter drank all the beers he could stomach, but kept drinking until the bartender deemed the bar closed. He jumped in his car and started the ignition.
"Buddy, you sure you wanna be driving?" asked the concerned bartender.
"I'm fine!" he shot back.
Carter drove off onto the Chicago Interstate. Meanwhile, Lucy was frantically asking everyone if they had seen Carter. No one had seen him. Now she was really getting worried. Her daughters were scared too.
"What's wrong, Momma?"
"DON'T BUG ME, ANNABELLE!" she shouted, making her daughter start crying. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean it."
Annabelle gave her mom a hug before her mom went around, hysterically interrogating the staff of the hospital again.
"LUCY! I need you in here now. There's been an accident. We need you in a trauma surgery. It's an MVA. Happened on the interstate. Oh my God. Lucy! Now!" Kerry yelled.
"But I'm looking for Carter," she remarked, before heading out toward the operating room down the hall. What she saw shocked her. "Oh my God."
There lay Carter, battered and bruised, bloody and scarred, and unconscious. His wounds were severe and he required some surgery.
"Lucy, you sure you want to do this?" asked Kerry.
"Yeah."
They performed the surgery and soon, Carter was stabilized. They did a urine test and saw that his blood alcohol was three times the normal limit.
"He's awake now, Lucy. You want to see him?" Kerry offered.
"Yeah, I guess."
She walked into Carter's room. They had intubated him to help him breathe and he was stabilized but he would need to rest a few days in the hospital.
"Hi Carter."
"Lucy," he stuttered.
"Shhh. Don't talk now. They've intubated you. You had quite an accident today. I wanted to say I'm sorry."
"For what?" he rasped out.
"Didn't I tell you not to talk? You drove off the Interstate and down 50 stories by the road. Someone called the paramedics and here you are. You're lucky. You're very lucky. Someone wants to see you, by the way."
"Who?" he gasped out, choking on the tube.
"Don't talk, Carter. I mean it. Come on in, sweetie."
Annabelle walked in, her eyes stained red from crying. She walked in and Carter took her little hand in his.
"Daddy?"
"Kerry, can you remove the tube? He can breathe on his own," Lucy urged.
Kerry eventually removed the tube with lots of warnings and lots of lectures and lots of words of wisdom for Lucy.
"Hi sweetie."
"Hi daddy."
"What have you been up to?"
"Momma said you were in a big car accident. She said that she and the other doctors were trying so hard to save you."
"She saved me. Yeah. You saved me, Luce."
Lucy kissed Carter softly and Annabelle giggled softly. "I love you, Carter. Don't ever forget that."
"I love you too."
Carter was eventually allowed to come home a few days later, but the Carter family would never forget what happened that day.
